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To love is to discover
#pagan#spiritual healing#healing#spirituality#nature#paganism#earth#self care#self love#love#lgbt#lgbtqiia+#queer woc#black women#bipoc#woc#abstract#romance#nature lover#i love you#queer#queer community#lgbtq positivity#witches of color#black witches#pagans of color#self discovery
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i debuted this drawing i did of myself holding myself as a baby last mother’s day. i’ve since added on the words “it shouldn’t hurt to be a child” written with my non dominant hand. the background is writing i also did with my non dominant hand.
using your non dominant hand connects you to your subconscious self, your innermost self. i utilize it a lot in my reparenting work. i’ve been focusing on this for almost a year now. i celebrated my two years in ACA in april. i celebrated six months self harm free yesterday.
i still wish i could hold myself as a baby. i wish i could give myself the love and stability my life has always lacked. i’m unfurling myself and making efforts to adequately process the dysfunction of my childhood, my family, my life.
my mom dying was the relief i’d been waiting for since i was a child. being the child of someone in active addiction, it’s like you’re watching a car crash in slow motion. i watched my mom slowly die for 22 years. and when she was gone, i realized it was the nicest thing she ever did for me.
she lives on in me in the slurs she called me that i can hear plainly in my head. she is alive in the cigarette ash scar on my arm. she alive is the addiction gene she passed onto me. it is mother’s day, and my mom is dead. but i cannot get her to fully die.
[Start ID/ A black and white line drawing of adult Micah holding baby Micah. There is a repeated handwritten background that’s hard to read. It begins with text that reads “I am sad for the little me that no one protected. If I could have been there for me as I am now I would take me away and take me someplace safe.” It ends with text that reads “We only accept with we think we deserve. Maybe that changes overtime too.” End ID]
#mothers day#queer artist#childhood trauma#cptsd#inner child healing#inner child#ACA#acoa#reparenting#self harm recovery#lineart#black and white#self portrait
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GROWING UP A FAT GIRL IN THE Y2K ERA
I know peoples attention spans suck so don't worry im adding sections. So you can scroll through and just read whatever intrigues you if you can't commit to the whole thing!!
this post will talk about my experiences growing up as a fat girl and just a little bit about how it effected my relationship to my body as I grew up as well as the struggles of fatness intersecting with racism and ableism as well as very briefly touching on the wojack giving fat girl backshots meme going around!
SECTION 1 THE BEGINNING OF MY RELATIONSHIP WITH MY BODY AND HOW FAT PHOBIA EFFECTED IT.
My first experience with fat phobia I remember consciously is around the ages of 6 or 7. My mother and father had recently divorced and I was growing into myself more and more everyday getting stronger, smarter, limbs getting longer, body getting bigger. I was going through growth spurts. I would chub up a little then id grow a few inches, chub, grow, chub grow. Seems like a pretty normal concept or idea to manage right? Well not for the average y2k adult. Everyone would always make comments to my mother or out of fear of being judged for being a bad parent she would bring it up herself. I remember my mothers response to the comments about my body. "she is stress eating because of the divorce!" was always her reply... and giiiiirl no the fuck I wasn't. I was not really that effected by my mom and dads divorce till later on. At that age as long as I was surrounded by most of my family and I had YouTube much else didn't matter to me and kind of went over my head if i'm being real with you. Hey I'm a kid though who knows maybe I was stress eating and just had no idea what to call it at the time and then don't remember but honestly, if my memory is serving me correctly I used to be so confused when she said that! If I was eating a little more it was probably because I was GROWING INTO MY BODY MAYBE?? That was my first run in which followed up with many more, like when my dad made me step on a scale in the living room of his new home strangers -that later became family- walking around, free to stare at whatever the number said. "If you don't lose weight you are coming to live with me." Still echoes through my head, I was about 7. It doesn't stop there I was being called a cow at school, or by my older brothers at home during petty fights we'd have. Some how none of the insults really stuck like that (besides the situation with my dad). They definitely hit me, but if I denied that they did then that counts as dodging them right? Growing up I always thought I wasn't that heavily effected by the raging and rampant fat phobia permeating through the y2k, but in reality it caused me to start neglecting my body all together. Up until the summer between 7th and 8th grade I never looked at myself in the mirror. Maybe a quick glance but I would never fixate on my appearance. Now hyper fixating on your appearance can be unhealthy but so is pretending you don't have one at all which was the type of timing I was on. Fat phobia among other factors was the leading cause of what became a history of neglecting myself.
SECTION 2 DEVELOPING AN EATING DISORDER AS A FAT PERSON
scroll to the next section if you want to avoid triggers!
The effect fat phobia had on me didn't really start to show on the surface until 7th-8th grade. My girlfriend had an eating disorder and she was living with me at the time because her family was homeless (we were closeted as best friends). She didn't encourage my eating disorder but it was kind of a monkey see monkey do kind of thing, she made me start to consider it. At that age range I was looking for different ways to destroy myself as well as connect with my peers and some how those too things strongly intersected as the glamorization of self harm and mental illness was at an all time high. I'm not sure why twelve to thirteen yearly anon wanted to destroy themselves so bad but I think if anything it stemmed from a need for control over my surroundings. At this age my home life wasn't the best. I forgot how, but I think maybe through just looking up depressing quotes in general I found the infamous Ana and Mia. Oh and trust me Cassie Ainsworth from skins did not help AT ALL. CUE THE INFAMOUS GIF:
TW CASSIE AINSWSORTH GIF:
even LOOKING FOR THIS GIF BEGAN TO STIR SOMETHING INSIDE ME OH MY GOD??
The worst part about being a fat girl with an eating disorder is how proud of me everyone was. "Anon you're getting so slim!" "Anon look at you slimming out see I knew it was just baby fat!". My friends knew of my ed so they would never compliment me for it or really talk about my body in general, probably half because of my ed but also half because I was still fat and not considered desirable or something to be jealous of regardless of if I lost a few pounds. But my family complimented my figure a lot as I slimmed and I got less fat jokes and the doctor was happy and people did treat me a little different. JUST a little cuz I was still fat but a noticeable enough change in the way people treated me for me to want to keep going and indulge myself deeper in my unhealthy habits.
But yeah long story short I developed an ed and I thought I was so fat and gross and disgusting and dude I look back at myself and why was my body LICHRALLAY SO T??? I honestly wasn't even morbidly obese or anything (which I am now BECAUSE of my eating disorder but fuck it we ball and also I ENJOY BEING FAT I knowww plot twist right?) also you minors in the ed community YES YOU take NOTE at this next part: I was literally just growing into my body... but then I fucked up my metabolism really bad and completely skewed my relationship with health, dieting, and workout culture so i'm either doing too much or not enough. So not only did my metabolism get utterly destroyed but having to learn how to take care of myself from scratch ended up destroying all the progress made and here I am literally 60 pounds heavier than I was back then and i've dropped weight since i've developed a healthier relationship with my body so if we are keeping it a buck until about a year ago I had accumulated about 100 pounds of weight since my pre ed days because of the effects the eating disorder had on me ! (oh and I have heart problems now not from being fat but from attempting to become skinny the wrong way! if you fast and binge or fast and do cardio and feel your heart beating like that... if you know you know...yeah you're fucking up your heart and need to stop like right now girly!) SO yeah I am a recovering anorexic with some bulimic symptoms. Though even after developing my eating disorder my issues with body image didn't really really affect me until later on.
SECTION 3 THE SOCIALIZATION OF FATNESS/THE INTERSECTIONAL STRUGGLE BETWEEN MY BLACKNESS AND FATNESS/ BECOMING THE DUFF/ WOJACK MEME.
Along side subconsciously neglecting myself I would also publicly portray myself as very tough skinned and overly confident all throughout middle and high school as a defense mechanism when in reality I was pretty indifferent toward myself and extremely sensitive. I think that my tough exterior wasn't only due to me being fat but also being a black woman although I am biracial/light skinned in complexion I feel like I was still hyper masculinized due to my blackness especially growing up in an area where I was closer in proximity to blackness then a large majority of my counterparts. I feel like a lot of my aggression and flamboyancy came from constantly being in a state of self defense and also subconsciously feeling like I had to play the role that was written for me or else I wouldn't be loved or appreciated or wanted. By the role that was written for me i'm talking about Precious, Rasputia, Mercedes Jones, Ivy Wentz, the stereotype of being the fat black women, and for my non black fat baddies for you this would be The DUFF role. This is when you're known as the flamboyant friend with the attitude that everyones scared to make the butt of the joke because she is NOT afraid to snap you in two. The stereotype isn't entirely wrong i'm sure a lot of people fall into it for the same reason as me but then it becomes our main character trait, and that mixed into a juicy cocktail of dehumanization of fat bodies turns you into the friends the skinny girls bring to the club to scare off ugly dudes as if you're a bodyguard and are immune to sexual or physical assault because you're fat!
So I grew up neglecting my body because of fat phobia developed a life altering eating disorder because of how romanticized they were due to fat phobia, and spent my whole life being guys secret crush, or the "annoying dramatic fat girl" because of fat phobia but still even then it didn't seem it had the real detrimental effect on my body image everyone said it would until I was 20. When I was 20 I moved back to my hometown for a little bit where the beauty standard is very much "ambiguous white skinny girl" and I thought that maybe I would get play because hey we are like adults who are deprogramming all that bullshit anyway right? WELLL I did get play, crazy play of course! Just in secret, and I've had guys have secret crushes on me etc but never to the extent I began to face it in my 20's where they would so obviously be horny over me all the time while simultaneously being mad at me for making them horny because I'm fat and it confuses and embarrasses them ( men are genuinely socialized to be suchhhh fucking psychopaths. -if you're a guy and you're reading this don't say that not all men bullshit yes we know not you i'm not gonna specify every time to preserve your ego goddamn). I have some sad and weird stories about that, that involves men thinking they could be more aggressive with me or literally impose violence on me or be extremely weird and creepy because they're embarrassed they're attracted to a fat girl and on top of that a fat black girl that they hyper-masculinized and degraded in their head due to societal pressure/influence... but imma save that for another day or maybe never because I see nothing coming out of me posting that on here but relived trauma. Also the type of man I just described are the same ones reposting this new viral wojack meme by the way:
thats all im saying about that meme, the guys reposting it like fat bitches and are scared that they like us and can't think for themselves thats literally all I wanted to input into the conversation regarding THAT....
also I use the word bitch in an endearing aave way not in a deragotry way so please don't hit me with that "don't call women bitches" thing I don't be doing it a lot but im also not gonna stop using aave and also i'm LICHRALLY AFAB sooooo shut up...
ANYWAYS...The violence I faced at this point in my life really triggered something in me it made me realize that because of the stereotypes held up against me I will never be treated or respected or perceived authentically by the average Joe. The only person that would see me is those who have taken extensive time to deprogram parts of their brain that created these deep routed bias etc. ( also if you're wondering why these biases were created it all leads back to capitalism but THATS for another post..) After facing literal violence cause of my body it definitely caused a blow at my self esteem, but even then I shined on and persevered continuing to be my sexy self.
SECTION 4 FAT PHOBIA AND ABLEISM INTERTWINED.
It wasn't until I randomly got into an accident and became temporarily handicapped while also in the most toxic relationship of my life did I really start to fucking hate myself. For multiple months I couldn't walk, and not only was I physically handicapped but the trauma I was experiencing at that time of my life had left me mentally handicapped as well I simply didn't want to be alive and exist in this body or any body I just didn't want to exist. I had a foot I could hop on but I couldn't carry all my weight on that foot because of my previous issues with my health, (I had already been struggling with a chronic illness that effected my muscles) and i didn't have the strength in my arms for the crutches so I succumbed to my injuries, resulting in weight gain, eventually hip and back issues etc. Then, when my leg healed, the access weight made me feel like I couldn't walk without pain. I was having issues with my health unrelated to my weight since 2020 but I was homeless up until last year and it was also covid so I had no way to really see a doctor and also I was like 18-19 and had no fucking idea how any of that worked and am still figuring out how it works to this DAY. I actually just got my insurance card for the first time this year. YIPPE YIPPE EVERYBODY CLAP. These issues with my health effected my muscles and my bodies ability to absorb the nutrients from the food I ate so this injury was kind of like the icing on top of the cake because my chronic illness made the recovery almost in possible. I would cry a lot, stopped taking pictures of myself, and everything. But even then I knew I didn't really have any interest in being thin I actually really fuck with my warm fluffy voluptuous form, I just didn't want to be unhealthy.
I still haven't fully unpacked the shame I felt around being unhealthy, I was so ashamed despite me trying my best with what I had, and what I knew, and I also still haven't fully unpacked why I feel like I have to specify as I literally just did a few lines earlier that I was 'trying my best', why do visibly disabled folks only deserve care or sympathy when they're actively trying to fit into a world that isn't set up to support or aid them when it very well could be? The intersectional oppression of ableism and fat phobia is still something i'm actively developing my thoughts about.
A thought ive been thinking about a lot is how obesity is a health condition and it can be detrimental to some folks and that saying that it isn't is a reactionary trauma response to fat phobia BUT also a lot of things can be detrimental and the level of detriment different things give you differentiates based on the person. Some people are bigger than me and healthier. Some people are smaller than me and UNhealthier. The detriment fatness has on your health as all things doesn't exist on the linear scale we have created for it. SO although obesity is a disease and proposing that fat doesn't correlate with health in an important way is harmful it is also harmful and plain weird to hyper fixate on obesity. Im also thinking about how obesity is treated this way because it's one of the most visible health issues and how that bleeds into ableism. I'm still working on these thoughts i'm having and how to explain and dissect them in a proper digestible and understandable way. So I think this where I leave you to think on your own about this, what do you think? Please feel free to comment below!
#sociology#fatphobia#intersectionality#intersectional social justice#spilled thoughts#pop culture#philosophy#fat positive#fat positivity#body diversity#body neutrality#body positive#ed recovery#ed relatable#twitter#life lessons#disability rights#disability issues#nonbinary#queer community#black liberation#anti capitalism#100 days of productivity#life quotes#literature#human rights#anthropology#healing journey#self care#self help
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on an adventure to da park to reflect. cant change the past so i gotta accept it n let it go— why was i chasing the past in the present in da first place? we in a whole new time bae, love urself n move forward cuz it’s da only place u can go! u surrounded by niggas dat love u— n if u not u will be soon fren!! niggas wanna see u shine— don’t u want to as well?
#open ur chest n let the light shine through#black lesbian#black queerness#spirituality#black girl diary#black girls of tumblr#collage art#jah bless#afrocentric#afroamerican#naijafashion#healing#hoodoo#ancestors#ancestral veneration#black witch
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Thinking about how to beat performative all-or-nothing thinking vs. listening to your body
you don't have to do the whole workout if it's going to push you into a flare, meltdown, or a lack of energy in a significant way (even 5-10 minutes of movement is BETTER than doing an hour of cardio; stopping when you're done is VALID)
"fed is best," regardless of what you're eating (can't even tell you how many times I just didn't eat because I couldn't cook, buy food, or decide to eat)
what incremental lifestyle choices can you do right now that make things sustainable?
collect information and data on yourself: for example, taking note of when you're shutting down and what led up to it
don't shame yourself for doing 1% of the *thing* when you want to do 100%
don't shame yourself for not doing it at all
if it's stressing you out MORE to do the *thing* -- change your approach, figure out if your way to do the thing is the issue
you may not be able to heal, do the things you want to do, change behaviors IF you hate your body (valid feeling tho), hate doing those things, or overscrutinize those behaviors
drop your expectations
do it badly!!!
do it in a silly way - do it in an angry way - do it in a way that makes absolutely no sense
your life situation is NOT stagnant - know you have the power to change things, to change your commitment level, to take back your consent, etc.
#personal thoughts#healing#neurodivergence#trauma#self love#queer#prose#my thoughts#personal#exercise#diet#being kind to yourself#lifestyle choices#all or nothing thinking#black and white thinking#stress#ptsd#audhd#autistic#adhd#notes to myself
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the way i love you feels so warm as if the sun kissed my face every morning with nothing but divine love consuming me. i’d give everything in my world to share one with you. you see me with everything i am and merging our souls together someday i think i’ll be able to grasp the expanse of you. i tell you i never make promises i know i can’t keep so my promise to you is that i’ll do anything for you. to serve you. devoting myself to learning you so well. devoting myself to be better for not only myself, but for you too. the little moons in your eyes make me believe there’s angels walking the earth still. i never understood what love was until i felt it from you. to wake up to the sun on your soft face takes my breath away with how brightly you glow. and you can’t always see it but it’s always been there. life breathes air into my body but that is not why i live. i live to love hoping its you waiting to find me in every life we’ll have.
lifetime
#poem#black poetry#love poem#poets on tumblr#original poem#poetscommunity#love#queer pride#queer poetry#witchblr#spirituality#green witch#self care#baby witch#crystals#divination#mindfulness#moon witch#self healing#sapphic#sapphic poetry#blackpoetry#black sapphic#blacklove
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Even when I miss you, I never miss how small you make me feel. Now I'm living big💜
#breakup#heartbreak#healing#moving on#queer joy#black women#black girl magic#blacklivesmatter#mental health#pastel
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Come support ♡
#black lgbt#lgbtq#black nonbinary#self love#black and queer#self healing#nonbinary#blackisbeautiful#black artist#black qpoc#blacklgbtq#black people#artist#black community#lgbt art#queer#blackartist#4c hair#natural hair#positivity#self care#spirituality#spiritualawakening#black spirituality#mental health#safe space#healing#lgbtq positivity
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I have made my peace with being forgotten
and yet you think of me.
I have made my peace with being unloved
and yet you continue to try.
I have made my peace with this silence
and yet your knuckles rap at my door.
I have made my peace with letting go
but you continue to hold on.
what do you think of me?
what do you love?
who do you speak to?
what are you holding onto?
is it me you perceive?
or a shape of something you thought was real
created from dreams and wishes and the promise of a thousand people before you.
#poetry#color says shit#this just in. staying at my parents house while they're gone is bringing up the same old pain#pushing on the same old healed over scars.#heartbreaking. someone you know doesn't conform to rigid black and white good/evil morality#how to build distance when they keep trying to hold you close#when that closeness brings up every single moment of pain#when they're determined to hate the sin but love the sinner.#when your dad still quotes transphobic rhetoric at you.#when your mom is still convinced your queer identity is created from trauma#when they still genuinely care about you as a person but are still fundamentally arrayed against everything you've built for yourself#when their love is a constant wish for transformation. regression back to a more malleable obedient state.#I hurt so fucking much because the only way to make it stop is for me to be the bad guy#for me to tell them to fuck off#otherwise I constantly fight against their gravity.#constantly fight against the expectation that I become something else.#that I drop this childish delusion and pick up the ways of a grown adult instead#and yet they celebrate me. they celebrate my name change.#the change that rejected both their last names. that transformed the entire thing into something apart from them.#I orphaned myself and they celebrate me for that. I'm going to hit post now because I can't keep typing cause I'm gonna go cry instead#I just. what the fuck do I do with this situation.
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Im just thinking about that American psycho musical and how much it affected me as a person and changed who i was
Also that face he makes in the movie - i always do it like the ‘ooh’ face (it also feels like a very Canadian Jim Carrey face to make too idk it might just be my connection to it)
#feral-teeth thoughts#american psycho#i watched a bootleg of it online#and holy shit#holy fucking shit#it was so fucking good actually#it inspired me to like#get back into theatre#also currently reading the lines to audition for something called whale riding weather#and it has genuinely changed my life#like#it has reached into my soul and tore out apart of me#and my queerness#and like my butchness but also the masculine parts of being a gay man that i connect to so deeply#but didnt know i was allowed to connect with#being born female#but being so fucking nonbinary#and one part one character kissing his belly#the character i was reading as#and in my mind it like#healed the parts of myself that hated myself#and my size and my belly#i really am craving to be in this role with my whole life and body#and i think i would actually lose it if i dont get to play in this role#so please#pray for me and send good vibes for me to get this role#or maybe that night was enough#me reading the play and acting it out in my head in the dark of my bedroom#playing pretend in the black box theatre in my mind#im scared that my autism and my awkwardness is going to keep me from performing at my best
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✨Setting boundaries is crucial for people of color for their mental and physical well-being because it empowers them to protect their emotional and physical health, maintain their cultural identity, and navigate a world that may not always respect their needs and experiences.
Establishing these boundaries helps individuals maintain a sense of control, reduce stress, and promote self-care, ultimately contributing to better overall health and resilience in the face of societal challenges and discrimination.
1. Emotional Boundaries: It’s crucial to protect your emotional well-being. This might involve limiting exposure to negative news or conversations that trigger stress or anxiety.
2. Time Management: Establish boundaries around your time to ensure work-life balance. This can help prevent burnout and maintain overall well-being. Remember, your time is yours.
3. Cultural Sensitivity: When you are able(and feel like it tbh),educate others about your cultural boundaries and expectations. Encourage open dialogue to address any misconceptions or stereotypes. However, you don’t have to carry the burden of being an educator for every white person to learn things outside of their circle.
4. Self-Care: Prioritize self-care routines and communicate your need for personal time to recharge.
5. Advocacy Boundaries: While advocacy is essential, it’s important to set limits to avoid being overwhelmed. Know when to step back and take care of your mental health.
6. Relationship Boundaries: Ensure that relationships, whether personal or professional, are respectful and supportive. Address any instances of microaggressions or discrimination. Do the people in your life know the traits of white supremacy?
7. Physical Boundaries: Protect your physical well-being by maintaining personal space and addressing any situations where it feels compromised. Step out of situations where you feel uncomfortable and/or unsafe.
8. Media and Social Media: Be selective about the content you consume and engage with online. Unfollow or mute accounts that promote negativity, ignorance or harm. You can’t help everyone and hate watching/reading doesn’t help you.
Also, remember it’s important to regularly assess and adjust your boundaries to meet your evolving needs and well-being.
#spiritual healing#spirituality#pagan#healing#nature#self care#black women#women of color#queer woc#woc#poc#witches of color#black witches#spiritual practitioner#holistic practitioner#earth#racism#microaggressions#people of color#black girls#black men#latinx#arabic#colonialism#decolonize#decolonizing#black community#black pagans#self love#community care
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Let me feel myself for a minute cuz…uh I refuse to let all this dark chocolate go to waste.
#black beauty#black is beautiful#black joy#black woman appreciation#ste#black culture#self care#softest life#black tumblr#black women for the win#black and happy#black and queer#black lesbian#black girl joy#masculine and feminine#it’s giving soft top energy bae#i love me#healing is a process#healingjourney#self healing#loving me harder#soft living#soft tops everywhere#soft life#soft black women#good vibe tribe#good vibes#lesbian pride#happy pride 🌈#women with locs
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This post on twitter PISSED me off and I can't stop thinking about how no one cares about their friends anymore! SOOO here's a blog post about it.
LIKE ALWAYS THE BIG BOLD PURPLE TEXT ACTS AS STAMPS TO BREAK THE READING UP INTO SMALLER SECTIONS TO ACCOMMODATE THOSE WITH SMALLER ATTENTION SPANS WHO ARE MORE INTRIGUED IN ONE PIECE OVER THE ENTIRE POST! ^-^
Reading everything is encouraged though!
HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO CREATE THE LEVELS OF COMRADERY NEEDED TO OVER THROW THE GOVERNMENT IF YOU MOTHA FUCKAS CANT FIND THE SPACE TO TEXT YOUR FRIENDS BACK?? BESTIE BE SO FUCKING FORREAL!:
(THIS section is a little bit off topic from the rest but I can't HELP but mention it.) I think we should all start doing what the original poster did with our friends to be honest. We need to make space for our feelings and expectations in our friendship. Like learn how to fucking leave space for your community. I may have wrote about this before if not I will def be writing about it soon but the lack of community building and intimate friendship skills in gen z is so harmful in so many ways. Not only does it create this 'loneliness epidemic' ( if you're anything like me you've watched a million YouTube video essays on) but dude... DO YOU THINK ROSA PARKS JUST GOT ON THAT DAMN BUS HER DAMN SELF ON A RANDOM ASS DAY AND IT STARTED A REVOLUTION???? NO. They organized that! IT WAS AN ACTIVIST GROUP WHO DID IT AND PLANNED IT! How do you think black activism was able to prevail through the racist ass civil rights movement? COMMUNITY BUILDING AND GRASS ROOTS ORGANIZING AND GIRL LOOK AT THE STATE OF THE WORLD WE COULD USE THAT RIGHT NOW !
"SOMETIMES YOUR FRIEND IS DEPRESSED" IS AN EXPLANATION NOT EXCUSE (DONT SHARPEN ANY PITCHFORKS YET JUST LISTEN):
NOWWWW listen, I know we are all at our own pace with interpersonal relationships I get that, I can already hear the "Sometimes your friends can be depressed though so maybe YOU should consider that" crowd grabbing their pitchforks but, dude. Especially if you're an adult, you need to learn how to master these obstacles in certain situations. I know this sucks so bad and its unfair but your relationships are still half your responsibility hurting someone because you weren't mentally well still hurt them. I know this better than fucking anyone as someone who has borderline and had to come to terms with that myself. It's an annoying and unfair and hard truth but once you admit it to yourself you can become a better companion. We all have things going on but the people in your life deserve the respect of you at the least attempting to communicate on why you're not upholding the level of intimacy you have set for yourself with said person. Next section are two fairly easy skills to help manage your mental health but be a good friend. ALSO if you're doing the things in the next section with them and your friends still is an ass about it because they don't like the compromise you were able to give or whatever DO be mindful that the relationship is half their responsibility too. Friends should be able to leave space for their mentally ill friends (if they're being properly communicated to and their needs are also being taken into account) that can look like patience understanding and willingness to compromise or lending a helping hand or shoulder to cry on, meeting you where you're at. And if they can't do that after you extend that communication or compromise to them maybe you guys shouldn't be close friends who expect those things from one another or possibly not friends at all but thats up to you to choose!
A TIP FOR YOU DEPRESSED BITCHES :
( I use bitch and hoe as terms of endearment I love my depressed shawty baes)
You bad at communicating and you about to ghost all your friends? Well before you do or better yet when you're in a healthy state of mind tell them thats a problem you have and if its a friend you're really close to who might still need reassurance when you go ghost try to come up with some compromise like "I will still go ghost in the sense that I won't communicate but ill send memes I see to let you know your on my mind!" or "I will do a week/ monthly check in with you but thats all I have the energy for." (remember not to abuse these strategies though! throughout your journey of healthy confrontation you will learn how to discern between whether or not you are using them because you genuinely need them in that moment or if its because you are closing yourself away from the world a toxic amount and need to face your feelings around and with other people)
A TIP FOR YOU HOES OUT THERE WHO HAVE TROUBLE COMMUNICATING :
Muster up the strength to say or set up something like this maybe before you enter that state of mind while you're still in the good place! "hey I have a habit of doing ____ if i'm not in a good place. So when you text me I will text back this same funny meme or tiktok etc as a symbol to let you know i'm in I wanna die mode!" this is a way to communicate to your close friends that you're in a bad headspace at the moment and can't give much energy to the friendship without really having to say anything besides the first time you bring it up if you're uncomfortable all you have to do is send that meme or maybe emoji etc! (Make sure you aren't abusing this strategy to avoid working on your communication issues though because that can regress your communication abilities and friendships even further this is something you will learn and determine for yourself through trial and erorr)
Remember both of these sections are first steps but we also wanna work on being able to compromise SOMETIMES when we haven't left the bad place yet but I know many of you aren't ready for that. SO I won't scare y'all away.
OVERALL TAKE/ CLOSING STATEMENT:
Maybe you're someone who genuinely can't maintain close intimate friendships with sensitive people and maybe i'm wrong here and this might offend you but in most cases I believe thats not true. A lot of people are just scared of sensitivity and emotions. A lot of people are fed up with life and won't allow themselves to push passed their own imaginary limits to open up the can of worms that truly is making and maintaining intimate friendships.
The truth is a lot of us ARE sensitive, but we make ourselves smaller for all the people we love because "they have other stuff going on". I can't help but think if you agree with the qrt or had an 'its not that deep' reaction thats the qualities of being a bad friend (and its not your fault because within especially western individualist culture and patriarchal culture thats what we are taught to be but UNLEARN it).
Also I understand being traumatized by someone who was really sensitive and didn't know how to communicate and they became abusive, I also understand that having a sensitive friend again after that can be triggering. I'm so sorry that happened to you. BUT I hope you don't let your abuser take away this learning experience from you because healthy confrontation once learned is such a beautiful thing. ALSO healthy confrontation doesn't mean devoid of any emotion or things that make you uncomfortable don't expect people who are upset at you to shit sunshine and fart rainbows but its important to make sure you're NOT being verbally abused either. (I will make a post soon about healthy confrontation soon and what that looks like). Hey i'm not saying the original poster had the healthiest response either (im pretty sure the kms thing was meant to be a self deprecating joke not actual emotional manipulation keep that in mind) but it is a natural response to being hurt and more than likely the type of response you give after multiple offenses not just one thing. That is the behavior of someone who's felt ostracized for a while. I would not in any way shape or form consider it an abusive response though yeah it makes you uncomfortable, which circles me back around to the beginningof this. Stop making yourself smaller for the people you love, it's okay to make things uncomfortable by mentioning your feelings because they need to learn to be comfortable with talking about things.
If you continue to make yourself smaller for the people you love, one day you will look around you and you will see all the people you love, but you won't see the people who love you and... that? THAT is pain.
so reader, what do you think? Leave a comment even if you disagree! I genuinely wanna know.
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Healing.
Consistency is hard work. I didn't want to get out of bed today to smudge, to take my vitamins...even to start my coffee (my favorite part of the morning.) Something inside was kicking and screaming, if we start the routine, the onslaught of responsibilities and exposure to reality is surely to follow. As I turn 30 this year, I've learned to no longer wrangle that voice like a tempered child at the store. It's time to inact reason. "Another half hour in bed" I say, "I'll make it work, so you can look at your phone, sleep longer, look out the window...whatever you'd like".
Starting the day is the hardest part, and somedays the fight is fiercer than others.
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